The Fat Man

You know the elves build knick-knacks,

And whatnots in their workshop.

You know the fat man takes his seat,

On an iron throne.

You know he flies with big sacks,

And off white rooftops he hops.

You know the fat man takes his leave,

Of the iron throne.

You know he slips down your chimney,

And leaves glittering gifts galore.

You know the fat man takes his seat,

On a soft fabric chair.

You know he eats all your cookies,

And drinks all the milk you have poured.

You know the fat man takes his nap,

On the soft fabric chair.

And you know he is gone by day break,

As you know he never stays too long.

But then one morning without warning,

You know it was your dad all along.